The next day, it was the Reaper Association Academy: Cindralock matriculation ceremony. The school's grounds were grand, with towering buildings designed to inspire awe.
I felt the presence of power all around me as other students, many from prestigious families walked confidently through the halls.
The ceremony was packed with students from all class in the school; Mages, Hunters, Pyromancer, Cryomancers, Healers, Necromancers, etc. Some wearing gear and enchanted robes.
I took a seat near the back, observing the other students as they whispered amongst themselves. Most of them didn't pay much attention to me, though I could feel the occasional gaze of curiosity directed my way.
The Chancelor, a man in his late ages, stood at the front of the huge lecture hall, his presence commanding respect.
He welcomed the new students, carrying authority as he spoke while stroking his long, grey beard.
